Little brown sparrow,
 
a few days after Easter
 
your first egg hatches.

 

 
 
 

On Easter Monday
 
I plant a few melon seeds
 
in a sun-warmed place.

 

 
 
 

Little brown sparrow,
 
have you composed a new song
 
for Easter morning?

 

 
 
 

As if by magic,
 
on the day before Easter
 
my pear tree blossoms!

 

 
 
 

Weeks after Easter
 
the scent of resurrection
 
lingers in the air.

 
 
 

pandemic Easter—
 
the hollow alleluias
 
of empty churches

 
 
 

Six days past Easter
 
my plum tree drops its blossoms—
 
snowflakes in the grass.

 
 
 

Five days past Easter
 
my plum tree is still wearing
 
its white finery.

 
 
 

Four days past Easter
 
a crow on the backyard fence
 
mocks me as I mow.

 
 
 

Three days past Easter
 
the housefly in my bedroom
 
makes itself at home.